French break

I'm off to France today, chasing a removals van down to the French Pyrenees where we have a home. It's a case of out with the old and in with the not so old down there, losing the furniture that lived with us through the years the house was a building project.
Once the boxes are in I'll sit amongst them - for this is also the week of finishing my Haldane biography. I've slimmed my materials from box and shelf loads to one tidy file to take with me. Soon my mind will be spared the task of jumping between fifty sources every day.
Hopefully the village dog awaits, as he makes it through one more winter ... Ugo, also known to us as Bernie, has been a constant factor these last twelve years, moving onto our window ledge and coming on every walk. The picture shows him looking down on the village.